You would let me see you then
Could feel the rage unravelling
We're either stuck or we're travelling
Those were the times
I went out to loose myself
To some drunken nattering
And wallowed lost in all my radiance
Oh that limping luckiness
Would swallow weeks of nothingness
The sun had left those dainty days to be washed out
So we came to loose ourselves
Hearts went faint from the longing
Till all was lost and none was radiant
In flooded fields I wait for it to vanish in the clay
Love's too rough-hewn, Love's too rough-hewn
I glimpse at what's been gone for months, but I find it so surreal
Love's too rough-hewn, Love's too rough-hewn

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